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letra de oh lawd - devon culbert

[produced by the entreproducers]
[artwork by devon culbert]

[intro: isaiah g]
can i rap on the flow
can i rap on the flow

[verse 1: isaiah g]
can i rap on the flow, aaliyah said that i’m rocking the boat
bop bop at the cops, then i hopscotch
off to the opps, can ya b-tch give me top on the low
rider, hide her, inside her, my lighter said the head was fire
desire and p-ssion g-ssing this action i’m f-cking smashing
like nintendos, dark tints on my motherf-cking windows
getting high as a kite but my rims low, in the benz-o, man you n-ggas don’t know what you in fo’
like data, haters, ain’t on my radars, you raid us
i made us something sharper than razors, don’t come catch these faders
put on hiatus, forever, telling all y’all the truth i’m a rever- end
lying to youth i do never, fake ties to these people i sever
sh-t is clever it’s clover, lucky me, i will hover
i float yo boat and yo rover, i drove her street straight to grover
hope you got it tho, i’m melodical, homeless n-gga but i’m due to spend a lot of dough
times allotted tho i don’t know, how to go, sonic so, i’m just gon’ take the hypotenuse
adios, to my amigos, we up in different league tho
i gotta condom for the thotties and a llama for the bodies, you can find these in the trunk if you need those

[verse 2: devon culbert]
i’m not god but i swear i’m something similar
with the similes and verbs i’m like an alien on earth
special with my words, high as the herbs
that you got off the curb while you staring at the curves and the pearls
that cost some pretty pesos, you trying to get her number
so you could hit a home run like jose canseco
second thought i’m plato, not the same plateau
as you -ssh0l-s, still in cl-ss though
not for the bad hoes but to p-ss flows
that could get me fast dough on the low low
while you a no show i’m going solo
and i dunno i just go raw like i’m wrapping coco
on the corner cooking up quarter orders like risotto
with some water, i prefer ginger ale if i’m cooking fish scale
with these bars that could heat up winter jail cells
i’m trying to make bail for the homies
so we could set sail to cubana
mañana and get a veranda that overlook the whole manor
with some ganja i’m just kidding i don’t be hitting
i listen to all the critics and words rappers be spitting
these crimes they be committing, tell you they slipping
they gon’ go missing after i finish k!lling the villains
i’m winning, pole position i’m kicking to fifth gear while i’m pleading the same sh-t
here, go ahead, i’m the new nas-ir
got a hold of your ears like tyson with the bite son holy moly
you dieing slowly take my stanza’s stabs like a goalie, i’mma dip out like guacamole
i’mma admit it’s kinda corny but i’ll be d-mned if i get judged a lot
unlike ferguson i’ll probably get shot at a burger shop
for a couple bucks my blood spill up in all the blocks
and the cop never get caught or need bond cause he never got locked up
but go ‘head and talk ‘bout how he robbed, i’mma talk from my heart
welcome to my yard where my people get popped for a rock that’s chopped
their bodies drop like leaves off the cash crop
my momma said pray to god so he could change my odds
but i’m change my stars staring down these promenades, i’mma get it before i’m gone
i’mma get it before i’m gone, before the beat drop

[verse 3: devon culbert]
the last great american poet, the flow be so potent
you notice, it’s noted, you know i’m devoted
you know it, you know it, i live for the moment
but also the past, my future is open, my foot on the gas
this sh-t is diesel, my weapon is shaq, it’s loaded, it’s lethal
you won’t get a sequel, it’s all for the people, this isn’t an act
this is facts yo, coming straight out of the shadows
spitting sh-t like tobacco or tabasco, my words singe every time i hit that note
burning bridges and i fast forward, sinning more than a devil in an inferno
it ain’t fair yo that i rap like i’m off a tablet
wait ’til they find out this verse was just for practice
hitting baskets like magic, a new habit, picked up a talent for rapping elaborate
only way i could be challenged is if a kamikaze hit my body
then a bugatti, a 12 gauge shotty and the bullet do a backflip like karate
either way i’d still probably return as a zombie to reek havoc on the m-sses
filled with malice madness, swear to god i’m the next c-ssius
i’m undefined, one of kind, in my prime underlined
‘cause i’m -n-lyzed, so divine, and a bunch of other sh-t that rhymes
but i got this i’m slaying like a prophet i’m slaving all over the mic and pavements
til i get a payment i’mma go crazy like i’m jaden
will do, been on this since my nascent and those days in the bas-m-nt
feeling like mike in the paint and i’m bout to catch me a flagrant
all of these b-tches so basic all they do is talk gossip, that lochness
i promise i’m onnistly, the chosen one
no anakin i’m handling this rambling like sandwiches
what the f-ck do you even mean, i’m finna eat
nah b-tch i’m finna to feast like a beast when i inflict on this beat
this is something that you couldn’t teach, or preach, or tweet
this is a speech, a proclamation, nah i’m saying an anthem
but it comes off more like a ransom because my verbs are tandem cannons
and they bussing, it’s nothing to talk sl1ck like i’m the new rick
and buzz like i’m the new mick and make a fuss like i’m the new kim
erupting like i’m st. helens, but i’m done with this wordplay
i’m a youngin’ on the rise only looking for your demise, hold your career as a prize to whoever it applies
head on collision with the maker of your destiny, taf revision with the breaker of your melody
i’m not gonna take a hard approach but if i gotta show
i’ll slice your throat, step back and then reload
i’m young, everybody rejects it, now i’m the chosen one and everybody respects it and everybody regrets it

[outro]
isaiah g
aaron deux
devon culbert
aap diamond gang

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